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| The Swirly Bag. I had a sewing class in seventh grade, back at Taunton School, in Howell, NJ, in, hmmmm, 1982. I didn't go near a machine again until 2001. And then, it was really by accident. A serendipitous accident, to be sure, though. I was visiting Karen O'Sullivan, who was living at a cool beach bungalow in Seaside Heights at the time. Her sister and was moving out of the bungalow next to Karen's, and had recently upgraded her sewing machine. She put the old one on the curb, not wanting to move it to her new house. I asked about it, got the nod, and put it in the back of my truck.
I'm not proud to admit this, but it stayed in my truck until about August 2002, when I decided to take a sewing class, run by
two great women, Jane and Nancy, at their store, Daisy Patch Works, in Collingswood, NJ. My first project was a big furry coat, which
isn't too bad for my first effort.
I moved on to smaller projects after that, like this bag. I used a pattern and followed the directions. For the most part. |
